Creak, crack, crunch

Mercury nodded his head, agreeing with the sentiment. The hardier North seemed more for surviving than living. “Anywhere in particular?” he asked, curious if the wolf had a destination in mind, or was more the wandering type. He was far, far from an expert on Boreas, but he had a much better grasp of the land after the weeks he had spent scouting and exploring it.

“Don’t I know it” Merc said, giving the man another smile and stretching out his legs. Nothing like a long trek through the unknown to work up an appetite. He led Seumas a small way up the beach. “The caves belong to the Armada - and I’m just a visitor here. Mind waiting here for a moment, and I’ll grab us the food?” He suggested. It wouldn’t do to step on anyone's toes while the Armada housed the wolves that grouped here while Wren prepared to start her pack.

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